I have to tell you the story to really explain the blue pond. It always happens when John asks my opinion. After talking to a pond company, we decided to put sand on the bottom of the pond. The question he ask is what do you think? I thought about it, not thinking with bad there is good. My only comment was that maybe we didn't need to pay for play box sand.When John decided to listen, we found out how dirty sand could be. Should have bought play box sand. Oh my.... it turned to mud. So the first thought is to bring in clarifier for the pond. Sure didn't work as fast as we would have liked. Next John decided to put pond coloring in the pond. Now we have blue water and a clear pond.
Moral of the story is... think before you listen to your wife. Giggle.
God Bless those who travel through my little blog world.
Carol
I've had to put up with such abuse, like my paws wiped off. I can tell you that the dirt added lots of fun to my life and couldn't understand how so much fun could be so much trouble. As they brought in all the materials to cover the dirt, I did what I could, ran along side of Carol as she got wagons of mulch from the fun pile. She wasn't as appreciative as I had hoped with my help. I often got nose to nose with John, trying to advise his placing the rocks around the pond. Again, with a firm voice he instructed me to move. Humm. 



